And there's that smile she adores so much, the one that makes her weak in the knees. All it takes is that, a twist of his lips and the brush of his fingers against her skin to completely disarm her. For all that Relm likes to tease and flirt and push things a little, it actually doesn't take very much to trip her up. With most she can hide it but with Fenris, it's impossible. Almost shyly, she ducks her head a bit and smiles. Maker help her.

"A great shame, yes." She gently traces a part of his chest piece with her finger, still pushing that boundary a bit more while still being cognizant of his markings. "So, how should we let out all that would-have-been-a-fight energy? Furniture breaking, like you suggested? Or did you want to... practice on something else?"

There's a clear out she's offering here. For all her flirting and whatnot, Fenris gets to decide where things go. If he wants to stop now and go back to friendly bantering while they wreck furniture, then that's his choice. She's leaving it up to him.